'Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me'
What an awful lesson
What a cruel tale,
Lies and words destroy me
They eat me from the inside out
And strike me at my weakest
Like the strongest fighter,
The sharpest sword
That slices through the meekest.
The words do hurt me
Should they really not?
Am I weak?
Am I useless?
I'm not sure I'm not.
They're throwing words
Never sticks and stones
I can't take it
It hurts me
They're breaking my bones.
A/N: This was going to be longer but I ran out of motivation and had a persistent friend so here you go.
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Also I couldn't come up with a creative title, sorry.
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A book of small poetry
PoesíaThis is going to be a book of some poems I've written because I'm new and original. Some will be me ranting about humanity so, I suppose, I apologise if that annoys you.
